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Félix De Sauveterre

"Um... well... h-hi?"

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a character in “Beautiful Yet Beastly”, as played by JokerofSpades

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Name: Félix Leander De Sauveterre
Nickname: Felix is the most common (because everybody hates accents) Others include Lee, Fee, Lixy are just a few. Some are pretty bad, just for your knowledge.
Role: Male 7.
Age: 18
Sexuality: He could have been anything, but he chose to be a heterosexual

Likes:
Laughter
Broadway Theatre
Goofiness
Indie Media
Reading
Smiling
His Parents
Escapism
Close Relationships
The Arts - especially Acting

Dislikes:
Paparazzi
Big-Budget Media
His Parents
Pizza
French Stereotypes - especially the accent.
Loud Mouths
Arguments/Confrontation
Hats
Speaking in Public


Fears:
Okay, let’s get something out of the way; Felix is a pretty big coward, so this list is pretty damn long.
Fear of Insects - Things that are small enough to get into places he doesn’t want them, bite or sting whatever they feel like, have multiple eyes and feet, and look like aliens from the old T.V shows he watched. What isn’t for Felix to fear?

Fear of Confrontation and Violence - Any forms of confrontation Felix sees as a threat to his frail personality. Instead of getting mad, he gets scared really quickly. Confrontation leads to him undermining his already pathetic self confidence, and violence is something he is strongly against. Not that he would be able to squeak that out.

Fear of Arachnids - Not technically an insect, so it gets its own column, which is pretty standard: things with 8 legs freak him out.

Fear of Reptiles - The only exception to this rule is turtles, mostly because they are adorably slow and can’t attack him. Well, a few can, but don’t tell him that. Reptiles are simply freaky in his eyes.


Dreams:
To NOT fear so much stuff - For a kid so timid, this seems like a far-fetched dream, but one that Felix desperately clings to. He wants to be strong like his parents, to
Secrets:
The Snake Charmer - Felix, contrary to popular belief, is actually not a virgin. Shocking seeing how quiet he is, but he isn't. He first slept with a girl when he started grade 9, when that hidden charm kicked in by accident and got her swooning. He doesn't like talking about how she stalked him for a few months, as nobody really knows about it.
The Inability to Read - Felix can't entirely read English all that well. Sure, it was taught to him by the finest of tutors, but he never truly got it. Too many exceptions and confusing conjunctions.

Personality: Poor Felix, the kid afraid of practically everything mundane and physical. Oh well, let's dig right in!

Felix, at his core, is a very coddled, protected and well-mannered child. He learned proper etiquette at a young age, so his mannerisms towards other people may seem a little off: not many expect to be called 'my lady' any more. However, the only reason he speaks in such an odd way is simply because of how sheltered he is. Human interaction in what's considered the normal way eludes him constantly due to his upbringing, so it isn't uncommon for him to be falling for a joke only young children would get. He doesn't entirely understand what true work really is, likes to think that everybody he meets has the best intentions, and hopes for a better future.

As you may have guessed, hitting reality caused an innocent and naive man to instantly change into a timid, shy being. Instead of becoming cynical and protected like others, he was still in the wake of being watched over by others, so he became shy. He couldn't escape being doted over and sheltered in the real world, it only toned down a little. So Felix closed himself off from interactions with others, fearing that they may hurt or judge him in any way, and instead becoming a highly timid and easily frightened individual.

Do not, however, believe him to be useless and weak just because of his extremely shy attitude. To anyone that has ever seen him act, been a coworker or a close friend, they could all testify that Felix is an extremely passionate man. He puts his heart and soul into every action he ever does, regardless of the outcome. Off of the stage, he is quite the character to those that know him, being a gullible goofball: when your humor knows no bounds, everything can be funny, which is exactly the case for Felix. He doesn't understand the different maturities of humor, and would be likely to die of laughter at a pun.

Now, Felix does have an underlying charm to him that one would think is natural for all Frenchmen; thing is, Felix hasn't a clue what it is or how to even identify it. It is as simple as his selfless acts to hold open the door for everybody, compliment others on a whim, or flatter a stranger simply because he wants to. However, due to his ignorance Felix has gotten into trouble with his underlying charm, which he wouldn't have even understood how he got into it: what makes it worse is that Felix probably will never be able to even identify his gifts of speech, let alone master it.

Make no mistake, however, as soon as something spooks him, le petit garcon will flee into the night like his life was on the line. Felix doesn't understand fight or flight, only the flight. So while he does have a cutesy, goofy side to him, many are hard pressed just to get passed his timid barrier.

History:
There once lived a famous french actor by the name of Marcel De Sauveterre and his significant other at the time, Adelaide de Noire. They were both high paid, seriously sought after in many countries for their God given talent to wow almost any theatre. Well, that was until Adelaide discovered she was expecting a child, and the people went nuts. Marcel at first didn't even think it was his, but after a few days released a statement that they would be expecting the child together (guess they counted back how many months she was along and found the time that they... well, nevermind). The fans of the two were a little adamant about the relationship, as the fans of Marcel thought he should be with somebody else by now, while the angry fans of Adelaide thought she would ruin her gorgeous figure with a child.

So, enter the adorable Félix Leander De Sauveterre. The little baby seemed to put all the people that actually cared mind's at ease in his cuteness. As he grew up, however, their attention of the little babe never seemed to cease. Felix grew up in a world constantly supervised by others: be it his parents, his body guards or the paparazzi, it didn't matter. Everything Felix did - his first words, his first time riding a bike, even his first time using the big kid toilet - was documented by somebody. The scariest part was that his parents thought this to be natural for a while until they realized that their child was starting to mooch off of their own followings. It certainly didn't help that when he was 7, he was kidnapped by a stalker fan while on his way to school, somehow sliding past the security. Felix was recoverd within a few hours, but it was the scariest few hours of his life.

With the entire family fed up, the three stars left Paris for a quieter location: America. Not the smartest choice, as obviously their problems followed somewhat. However, Felix's problem's lessened. During this stage of America, child stars weren't at the height that they are at today, so Felix was able to escape a lot of the paparazzi's attention as they focused more on his parents and their struggling relationship. So, to start his new life, Felix went to school and tried to be as normal as possible with the other students, as the school he went to didn't seem to care much about him - again, more about his parents. After 5 years, Felix basically faded from existance, being dubbed 'The Most Boring Child Star in the World' since he would just go to school, do work, and go home to hide.

Felix's timid nature, however, never changed. He only made a few friends through acting due to his inability to go and talk to others with confidence. His life was basically sucky: well, sort of.

[From here is a WIP. Enter with Caution.]

So now, Felix has moved out of his parent's house into New York City at the call of a strange lady, who was hoping to help him escape the newfound publicity that he had suddenly gotten from getting into an acting gig. He hopes to get onto Broadway, but who knows what could happen?

Theme Song: [url=LINK TO SONG]What song do you think explains you?[/url] TBA WIP
Anything else:
Linguist - Felix can actually speak four languages fluently: Italian, Spanish, French and English

So begins...

Félix De Sauveterre's Story

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Time: 8:32 am
Date: Friday, August 23rd, 2013 – Summer
Location: Manhattan, New York
Time Left: 09 months, 4 days, and 28 minutes until the curse becomes permanent.





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Katrina let out a small groan as she felt the pounding in her head. A constant banging in her mind as if she had bang her head against a wall. Her insomnia was never this awful. It was always just a constant tick, tick, ticking and as much as it drove the twenty seven year old Cuban insane it was never this painful. She put her hand through her long and messy chocolate locks that were scattered all over her pillow before opening her eyes to see that she wasn't even in her room, but some how she was in her living room. Even though she knew that she had been in her bed. But, then she started remembering what had happened earlier that morning;

5:21 a.m

She was walking around her wing, trying to tire herself out before feeling a sharp pain from her back and when she turned around she realized just what was causing that pain that felt like a stab to her back. Esmeralda King, the witch that had done this to not just her but the other people who shared the large house with her. "Hey, doll. How have the three years been treating ya?"
The witch asked her, not even letting her respond before speaking again with her slight Australian accent. "Ya, know Kitty Kat, I would have expected you of all the people in this house to have broken the curse by now. With how lovey dovey you and that little cutie of yours were. I'm a bit shocked." Esmeralda said with a sly smirk on her face as she walked around the Cuban's bedroom with her black stilettos hitting the wooden floor as she walked over a small picture frame and laying the frame down to where the picture wasn't showing. Kat tried not to show any emtion as the girl messed with the photo of her and Morgan when they were stationed in Paris for a small amount of time.Katrina cleared her throat before speaking, her voice heavy with her accent like it always was in the morning especially early in the morning. "Look, what the hell do you want?" Esmeralda had a mockingly expression of fake shock on her pale and narrow face before rolling her eyes. "Can I not come and visit my dearest friends?"

"No, honestly. Why are you here? You haven't come and bothered us for months and why this early in the morning?" Kat asked her, her anger and irritation going up by the second. "I just wanted to leave you guys this little note from me and my dearest sister." The raven haired girl said as she set a folded red piece of paper on Katrina's vanity before walking out onto her balcony, winking, and disappearing. The Cuban, being as curious as she is read the letter that only had not even a paragraph on it. Tick tock, time's ticking.

Kat groaned before putting the note back on her vanity before rubbing her her eyes and laying down on the black sofa in her living room. She laid her head on her couch before closing her eyes, ignoring the ticking in her head in order to try and sleep as long as she can.




Back in the present, Kate tried to process her thoughts and rethink about what had happen last night, she looked up at the lights above her as if she was trying to count how many times they seemed to sparkle. “God, I hate that bitch.” She said to herself before sighing and sitting up. After a moment, she decided that she could at least do something today other than lay in bed and feel sorry about herself. She walked over to her nightstand still seeing the picture turned downward. The first thing she did was stand the photo back up, facing towards her bed as she smiled at the smiles the couple had on their faces and the blush that was on her cheeks. She pushed herself out of the plush bed and slipped her feet out of the covers, letting the cool air brush they in an instance. When picked herself up, she felt a sting of pain in her back remembering to newly healing scar she had gotten only hours before. She pushed the pain away and looked around the room. When she looked at the vanity there was the note. She cursed under her breath before shaking her head and walking into her closet to pick out her outfit for the day. She slipped her sweats and tank top off before slipping on her plaid shirt and blue jeans.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, thanking God that all her scars went to her back, stomach, and thighs. If they were on her arms that would be a lot of a more difficult to hide from people. She grabbed the note and slid it her back pocket, shoes in hand and she walked out of her wing of the large house and into the large kitchen the 'beasts' had to share seeing that they were being forced to live together until one of two things happened, either they broke their curse or until the time was up and the curse was final. She put on a pot of coffee before putting that little red note on the island for the others to see. As the coffee began brewing, Kat walked over to the window facing towards the backyard where there was a walkway to where the others were staying. Not that she ever really walked down to walkway, she couldn't risk seeing Morgan and she also couldn't risk his younger sister, Michaline seeing them even near each other. So, she did the one thing she knew how to do when it came to Morgan and that was to avoid him in the hope that he would just move on.






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Awakening to the sound of silence: Felix wasn't sure if that was exactly the life he depicted when he moved to New York, but at least it wasn't back home. His eyes slowly opened to the white ceiling, with a few blinks to remove the sleep from his eyes. Glancing around his room he noticed that everything was exactly the way he had left it yesterday, which meant that no burglers, animals or people had been in it.

Giving a sigh of relief with his first morning uneasiness gone, Felix rose from his bed, threw off the covers and headed for the showers. While there, he pondered a few things about what he really was doing in New York; after all, he was only covering up the truth by saying he was auditioning for Broadway (which wasn't lying, sort of). Felix was only there because some witch person said that if he helped out these people - which one of them was his girlfriend - he would be able to get a wish, and Felix really needed that wish. After all, there was something wrong with him that he wanted to wish away for good: his fear. It was hard to become an actor when the process to get to the stage nearly made him throw up. Sure, being on stage he was amazing, but the apprehension beforehand? Nauseating.

Regardless, the topic switched to Jiao, and he felt a massive pang of regret. Not wanting to dwell on the fact, he instantly threw himself out of the shower and dried himself off before making his way to his little kitchenette. Okay it really wasn't a kitcenette at all. The room was comprised of the things in life that Felix liked to keep handy and secret: his massive wine rack - which is highly stereotypical of him, but he doesn't care since he finds the stuff delicious - a microwave, a mini fridge, a sink and his coffee maker. Now, Felix knew he could just walk his way to the Manor and make his coffee there, but quite a few of them didn't appreciate the blend that he had grown up with: apparently, according the the Americans, French brew was bitter and much too strong. So be got himself a small cup, got himself dressed in a simple outfit before heading out the door.

Now, if you saw a kid like Felix walking, you would have swore that he was either on the run, or high on something. His eyes kept darting nervously from side to side, hopefully avoiding all things that could pose a threat to him or other humans that might recognize his likeness to his parents. His hands kept fidgeting, even in his pockets, as his pace was brisk and timid. He knew that the Manor wasn't far from where he was situated, but that didn't stop him from getting nervous at leaving the house. Sure, some people have mistaken this attitude for one of those gamers that never leaves his house, but Felix doesn't like the outdoors due to fear, not because his internet connection is weak.

Nevertheless, Felix made it to King's Manor with no dangerous crossings with bugs, spiders, reptiles or rapid raccoons - even though one dog was barking at him which made him almost start jogging. When he reached the house, however, he looked up to see the beautiful creature known as Jiao just finish brushing her hair, to which he instantly blushed and averted his eyes quickly. Regardless of their status as a couple, Felix was horrible with people and eye contact: it felt wrong and rudely embaressing to make eye contact with anyone - especially women. Yet, there was something else that flickered through his eyes as well as they stared at the flowers: guilt. There was a small pang of guilt that resonated through his very soul, one that refused to leave which Felix knew would eat him to the core soon enough.

So he gave a sheepish, timid wave before noticing Liam and giving him the same timid wave before bounding into the house quietly. Finally in a place of safety, Felix gave a sigh of relief before scanning the kitchen to see who was there. By the coffee was Katrina, and with the guy Mark (who lived a few blocks from Felix, actually) was Alena. Once again, he blushed at the sight of somebody he knew before mustering up the courage to give a little greeting before sitting down.

"Um..." He said at a talking voice before it dropped down as his courage did. "Bonjour à tous." He mumbled out before shuffling over to a seat in the corner to finally enjoy his bitter, black coffee - true he had brewed it earlier this morning, but how could he enjoy it with his life in danger? Non, he couldn't do that. So he sat down and took of his still-piping hot coffee, and gave a goofy smile in happiness that it was still as strong as yesterday's cup. Once everybody else was done with their meals he would go over to and fix himself a small snack - didn't want to be rude and take all of their resources.

Out of his little messenger bag he pulled out a small, black, leather-bound book. In it were journal entries that he had been diligently writing for the past 9 years, ever since he came to America. All of the entries were in French, since he wanted to be able to reread his entries - and English wasn't a very good language for him. It started off the same as any other since he came to this new life in New York.

Cher Félix,
Je vivais dans une émission de télé réalité, et c'est horrible.

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Mark smiled the moment Alena walked into the room, pocketing his phone as he walked further into the kitchen to lean against the island. He gave a polite nod to Katrina, whom he admittedly just noticed was there, feeling bad seeing as that she too lived in the Manor with Alena. He didn't dwell too heavily on it as his girlfriend's voice pulled him from his reverie, "Morning Mark. Late night?"

He chuckled in response, not surprised that she knew him so well. You can act as wide awake as you want, he figured, but there's no hiding those bags under your eyes. "You know me," he told her, "A new game came out on Steam yesterday that I just had to play." He laughed it off, though he didn't receive a response. Alena's attention was elsewhere, preoccupied with a note residing on the island. Mark shrugged it off, his attention catching when she asked him what the plans were. He watched her prepare her tea absentmindedly, "Doesn't much matter to me, Lena. Whatever you want's fine with me. I wouldn't mind going out. We'd have to take your car because I walked here, but as recompense, I'll pay."

"Um..." Mark looked back over his shoulder to see Felix in the doorway, "Bonjour à tous." Seeing that Mark didn't speak French, he responded with a curt nod and a half-assed wave. While he got comfy, Mark spawned a, what he considered, cool idea.

"Actually," he spoke up, looking to both Kat and Felix, "If it's okay with Lena, you guys can come too. It'd be fun to get out of the house for a bit. What do you think?" He looked to everyone for confirmation, or for them to completely dismiss the idea. He thought of Liam too, in the back of his mind, and wondered if he'd like to go as well. Surely, it wouldn't be impolite to ask, even if he didn't want to. His gaze fell on Alena as she finished making her tea, taking in the way her beguiling blonde tresses fell over her shoulder. A soft smile played at his lips, his posture nonchalant as he kept leaning against the counter.

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On the floor of a large room sat a large circle drawn in wax, within in the circle was a pentagram with a different colored candle at each point, within that pentagram sat a young woman, Chloe, she had soft tawny brown skin, a bushel of long brown curly hair. She sat silently, her breathing even and steady. Her hands closed, her fingers interlaced save for her two index fingers. "I call to You, Fire. Lend me your passion." She breathed and the red candle at her southeast lit and the temperature rose in the room in reply. "I call to you Earth, Lend me your strength." The green candle at her southwest lit, the ground beneath her rumbled sightly in reply. "I call to you, Wind, lend me your steadiness."The yellow candle at her northwest lit and wind tussled her hair lightly in reply. "I call to you, Water, lend me your fluidity." She said and the blue candle at her northeast lit and a light fog fell over the room, dotting her skin with moisture in reply. "I call to you, Spirit, Lend me your wisdom." She said and in reply, the clear candle at her north lit and a pulse came over her body. Her eyes shot open as all the candle's flames rose. "I ask you all, help me break this curse that has plagued my family. Spirit, give me the wisdom to understand what I must do, Water, give me the fluidity to adapt to whatever it is that will break this curse, Wind, give me the steadiness to stand tall against whatever odds my come my way, Earth, Give me the strength to continue stay strong, and Fire, give me your passion so that I may see my journey to the end." All the candles wavered in reply. "Tell me what am I supposed to do?" She begged and the flames smokes rose into the air, coming together into one cloud. Inside the cloud, an image formed. Chloe watched the image but she couldn't make it out. It looked almost like a person but she couldn't tell. The elements were showing her something but it was unclear. "The image is unclear... I can't make it out, what is it?" She asked, and felt frustration rising. She knew she needed to calm down or the elements would leave but she felt she was so close. She watched the image and it got no clearer. She narrowed her eyes to make warp the image in her favor but there was nothing

After a moment, Chloe's frustration came to a boil. "Please, Tell me!" she begged and the image wavered before all the candles went out at once. " Dammit all to hell!" Chloe cried before dropping on her back in frustration. She was so close. She knew it. There was someone in that image. Maybe it was the witch she needed to break the curse, or something. If the image was just clearer, she would have been able to go ahead with this. She ran her hand through her hair and sighed.

She didn't even know why she bothered half of the time, this has been going on for generations, what makes her any different from her ancestors? So she choose Wicca over Voodoo like most of her ancestors had. It meant nothing without a high priestess, to which she never found one that was actually connect to magic like she was. Most of the so called Priestesses were women who rebelled against their parents or just wanted something else to believe in. Basically they were a waste of time and energy, none of them had real magic, despite their beliefs.

After a moment or two of despairing, Chloe pulled herself up and took a nice long shower, after that she got dressed in a simple army green tank top, a leather jacket and some beat up old jeans. She went barefoot as she exited her wing and made her way down to where everyone seemed to be congregated but not before grabbing a book, the latest was Clockwork Angel.

She was a sucker for Young Adult Fantasy...deal with it.

"Yo." She waved to everyone. She smiled at Rhodey. She adored the gamer nerd, he was amusing, she loved to hear what came out of his mouth next. Then their was Felix, he was alot of fun. They were genuine. Alena as well, though typically she wasn't the type of person, Chloe would hang out with, she was cool enough. Then there was Evangeline. Chloe didn't even want to go there right now, as pretty as she was...She made Chloe twitch, she waved regardless however short and impersonal as it was. She then grabbed an apple and took a seat before cracking open her book, idly listening to the ongoing conversation.